The sky was darkening to a purplish pink. As soon as she reached the two men, she tossed the bag at Patrick’s feet. “Can I talk to you alone for a minute?” she asked Justin, her voice tight. When he nodded, she led him to a nearby tree, where they would be out of earshot. “Make it quick. It’s getting dark, and we should be heading back to the mansion.” She whirled around, furious. “Thank you for bringing that up. You’re right – it’s getting dark. You know he won’t survive out there on his own.” Justin raised his brows. “I didn’t realize you cared about his well-being.” Amy clenched her fists. “Stop acting like a jerk. Just look at his face! He’s bleeding, and the smell of that fresh blood will bring the Runners right to him. He won’t stand a chance.” “They’re not sharks, Amy,” he answered, snorting. “You’re right; they’re not.
